Light's Gonna Bust On Through

This tired street
Can't be lit
By some watt bulb
Stuck up in steel

These old houses
With clapboard faucets
Pouring morbid
Out into the gutters
Need more than dirt
Packed onto their shutters
To keep out the life
That wants to come in

People step out
To see if they can see
Past the few feet of mist
That covers the benches
And potholes
And parked cars
But they never see very far

Tip your hat to your neighbor
Take a stroll down the lane
And hold down the pain that goes up
Up to your panes and your glass
So fogged over
That there's no looking through

You wanna move
You gotta move
But you can't see your feet
And you beat yourself up
For getting stuck here
In this glued up river

All I can tell you is...

You're stuck in tonight
You're stuck with a bedspread
That needs to be changed
And stains on the walls
That soak up the dark

But in a few short hours
There's gonna be light

And just when you think
That the right way won't show

The light's gonna come
And that light, that light

That light's gonna bust on through